THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.

Poem 195 of 230: MUSING ON WIMBLEDON - SUMMER 2002

2001 got somewhat cheeky,
    So, on my T.V., I was pleased to see
Old-fashioned etiquette about the net...
    But oh! to get among the coaching set.

Thus, here is a feature that I'd teach:
    Two-hands each side – either off when can't reach.
And, as for thoughts on pay, I do not say
    "Amateur play" but "spread-out the outlay."

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On Jun 14, 9:10 am, walkaboutsverse  wrote:
> THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
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> Poem 204 of 230:  ON FISHING REGULATION
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> It’s not just what’s taken
>     That needs regulation:
> Alive, caught fish suffer -
>     Sometimes, right till supper;
> And, when some fish are farmed,
>     Homing instincts are harmed.
> But to most it’s insane
>     To fret over such pain -
> Though as much to a dog
>     Would leave many agog.
>
> Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
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> On Jun 7, 10:12 am, walkaboutsverse  wrote:
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>
>
> > THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
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> > Poem 229 of 230:  JOYS OF LIFE
>
> > Leightons, and other great art;
> >     Plumes of fireworks at night;
> > The vivid reds of sunrise -
> >     Repeated at day’s last light.
>
> > The beats through us of a drum;
> >     Winter’s sun felt through closed glass;
> > Handing in the last exam;
> >     Awakenings – alarmless!
>
> > The ball off thee whacks their net;
> >     When to palms leather has stuck;
> > Orange juice during half-time;
> >     A warm bath to wash the muck.
>
> > Viewing set-over cricket;
> >     A golf ball, for once, well struck;
> > Viewing velodrome cycling;
> >     From net-chord, levelling luck!
>
> > Sticks, chants, didgeridoo,
> >     Haunting harps, and all bagpipes;
> > Clog, flamenco, tamure,
> >     Hula, and other dance types.
>
> > Out, by a cast, being told;
> >     In - taking tea and T.V.;
> > Highland views that command rest;
> >     The buildings of Italy.
>
> > Thrifty plant-propagation;
> >     By a wave one’s body hit;
> > Upstream of camp - with paddle;
> >     By a fire - strongly lit.
>
> > Forest spent-leaves under foot;
> >     Tasting a host-nation’s fare;
> > Alcedo atthis at work;
> >     Just bills being brought to bear.
>
> > Allegros when feeling low;
> >     An andante to wind down;
> > Spoken French and chorused song;
> >     The quiet when out of town.
>
> > A stroll through a kept garden,
> >     Before Sunday’s roast dinner;
> > A pub game, drink and meal;
> >     One’s team a comeback winner.
>
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> > On May 31, 11:09 am, walkaboutsverse  wrote:
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> > > THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
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> > > Poem 112 of 230:  FROM AN ECCLES FLAT - SPRING 2000
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> > > The bedroom window’s southerly views
> > >     Contained allotters paying their dues -
> > > All kinds of veg. brought to fruition,
> > >     And youngsters receiving tuition;
> > > Starlings and sparrows I’d often see -
> > >     On a roof or a nearby tree;
> > > And, in a distant poplar perched high,
> > >     The large twiggy nest of a magpie;
> > > In spring, daisies would yellow the floor -
> > >     Matched by Forsythias, grown next door;
> > > Behind terraces, a moony crest -
> > >     The Dome of the new Trafford complex;
> > > And the moon itself, in the right spot,
> > >     Would light the night’s clouds up quite a lot.
>
> > > The kitchen window’s northerly views
> > >     Included an agent selling news;
> > > A butcher struggling with position -
> > >     Much sunlight aimed at his nutrition;
> > > And a popular English chippie -
> > >     Mashed peas and red sauce on top, for me;
> > > White gulls dotting a sombre grey sky,
> > >     Plus light- and large-aircraft flying by;
> > > Walkers and traffic would make a roar -
> > >     At peak travel hours all the more;
> > > Handsomely-set skies toward the west
> > >     As the day’s sun took its nightly rest;
> > > And a bucket-pond and ivy plot,
> > >     That, on a shoestring, I loved a lot.
>
> > > Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
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> > > On May 23, 7:08 pm, walkaboutsverse  wrote:
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> > > > THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G
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> > > > (A tad early this time, as I'm off to the Hexham Gathering tomorrow> > > > Poem-come-song 111 of 230: THE MERSEY AT DIDSBURY - SPRING 2000
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> > > > Took bus one-four-three,
> > > >     From Piccadilly,
> > > > Along Oxford Road;
> > > >     Passed the old uni’s,
> > > > Those shops with saris,
> > > >     And my first abode.
>
> > > > At Didsbury Village,
> > > >     The Old Parsonage
> > > > Looked neat, and gave sound,
> > > >     As I walked the way,
> > > > At about midday,
> > > >     To a Mersey mound.
>
> > > > From atop this bank,
> > > >     No longer a blank
> > > > Was the strong river,
> > > >     Nor the wide fairways -
> > > > Where I’d filled two days,
> > > >     Twelve years earlier.
>
> > > > I then headed back,
> > > >     On Stenner Woods’ track
> > > > (Hearing more birdsong,
> > > >     And seeing mossed stumps
> > > > Plus well-layered clumps),
> > > >     To a human throng.
>
> > > > This throng was viewing -
> > > >     Justly pursuing -
> > > > The smart Rock Gardens,
> > > >     Sloped on Fletcher Moss,
> > > > Which I, too, did cross,
> > > >     Before homeward wends.
>
> > > > Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
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> > > > On May 10, 10:14 am, walkaboutsverse  wrote:
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> > > > > THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
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> > > > > With talk about the unbeatable "big four" in our news, it's worth
> > > > > remembering that, not so long ago, club football in England was mostly-
> > > > > locals in MEANIGFUL competition...
>
> > > > > Poem 98 of 230:  REREGULATE
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> > > > > One Premier world-eleven v.
> > > > >     Another such company,
> > > > > Or wage-caps and say half each-club’s squad
> > > > >     From the local-junior pod?
> > > > > And, perhaps, heed the cricket-fan's call
> > > > >     To convert to county-football..?
>
> > > > > Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
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> > > > > On May 3, 9:25 am, walkaboutsverse  wrote:
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> > > > > > THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
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> > > > > > With local elections just held here in England, my outlook remains
> > > > > > much the same...
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> > > > > > Poem 135 of 230:  ON THE 2001 ELECTION
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> > > > > > Morally Tory;
> > > > > >     Economically
> > > > > > Old Labour:
> > > > > >     Cold waiver.
>
> > > > > > Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
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> > > > > > On Apr 26, 4:13 pm, walkaboutsverse  wrote:
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> > > > > > > THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
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> > > > > > > (About 20 years ago, I was passing through Checkpoint Charlie> > > > > > > Poem 17 of 230: THROUGH WHAT WAS
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> > > > > > > During Europe’s summer, ‘88,
> > > > > > >     At a wall my bag was checked:
> > > > > > > A brief smile at what gave it weight;
> > > > > > >     Sun-cream lid back - mood unwrecked.
> > > > > > > I walked past plain buildings and cars,
> > > > > > >     And entered a small food-store.
> > > > > > > Its goods were plain, also: no sweet bars;
> > > > > > >     The essentials - not much more.
> > > > > > > As I bought crispbread, with money changed,
> > > > > > >     A row began, at counter,
> > > > > > > Between two, it seemed, Germans estranged -
> > > > > > >     Clothes, to me, the sole pointer.
> > > > > > > I headed back through the wall that was,
> > > > > > >     Then signed a reunion book.
> > > > > > > Reflecting, I’m happy/sad because
> > > > > > >     The Left-cause, too, has been shook.
>
> > > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
>
> > > > > > > Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
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> > > > > > > On Apr 19, 11:07 am, walkaboutsverse  wrote:
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> > > > > > > > THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
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> > > > > > > > (They say most attempts at commedy are aimed at someone - here I aim
> > > > > > > > squarely at myself.)
>
> > > > > > > > Poem 14 of 230:  NIGHT OR DAY?
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> > > > > > > > In the far north of Sweden,
> > > > > > > >     A "Land of the Midnight Sun,”
> > > > > > > > A strange thing chanced upon me -
> > > > > > > >     And I’ll tell you, just for fun.
>
> > > > > > > > Got off a train late-morning
> > > > > > > >     (Had to catch same one next day)
> > > > > > > > And trudged far to the Youth Hostel -
> > > > > > > >     Paying for a one-night stay.
>
> > > > > > > > I spent the afternoon sightseeing,
> > > > > > > >     Then, after a latish dinner,
> > > > > > > > Returned to my own small bedroom -
> > > > > > > >     The comfy bed proving a winner.
>
> > > > > > > > For I soon dozed into dreamy sleep -
> > > > > > > >     Waking what was just two hours hence;
> > > > > > > > But my watch was an analogue,
> > > > > > > >     And night or day I couldn’t sense!
>
> > > > > > > > I quickly packed all my things
> > > > > > > >     (My train an hour or thirteen on)
> > > > > > > > And hurried out the bedroom -
> > > > > > > >     The bright sky a sneaky con.
>
> > > > > > > > I wandered down the track a bit -
> > > > > > > >     The Hostel office empty -
> > > > > > > > Before a smiling helpful local
> > > > > > > >     Did kindly enlighten me.
>
> > > > > > > > Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
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> > > > > > > > On Apr 12, 11:04 am, walkaboutsverse  wrote:
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> > > > > > > > > THE WEEKLY WALKABOUTS, E.G.
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> > > > > > > > > Poem 23 of 230:  ABOVE EVEREST
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> > > > > > > > > When flying from Nepal to Thailand,
> > > > > > > > >     I was given a "good-side" seat;
> > > > > > > > > And, as I looked out the plane window,
> > > > > > > > >     The view I saw was really neat.
>
> > > > > > > > > For breaking through a thick sheet of cloud
> > > > > > > > >     Were the high Himalayan peaks;
> > > > > > > > > And, rising the highest of them all,
> > > > > > > > >     Mount Everest - heaven bespeaks!
>
> > > > > > > > > Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
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> > > > > > > > > On Apr 5, 11:10 am, walkaboutsverse  wrote:
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> > > > > > > > > > THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
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> > > > > > > > > > After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on
> > > > > > > > > > myspace.
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> > > > > > > > > > Poem 162 of 230: TEES TO TYNE: FIRST IMPRESSIONS - SUMMER 2001
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> > > > > > > > > > Where traditions are not so rare;
> > > > > > > > > > Sea, country and works scent the air;
> > > > > > > > > > A multitude of monuments,
> > > > > > > > > > Planted tubs and patterned pavements.
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> > > > > > > > > > The longish pedestrian malls;
> > > > > > > > > > The remnants of defensive walls;
> > > > > > > > > > "Broken-roofed buildings" are a gauge
> > > > > > > > > > Of the respect for heritage.
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> > > > > > > > > > Wheat, rape and pines in the
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On Sat, 19 Jul 2008 14:03:37 +0100, Tony Quinn 
wrote:

Don?t like the physical laws of this universe? Insist on being judged by
the laws of a parallel one you thought up specially!
      Choose Homeopathy now!

Well it's OT, but what interests me about Homeopathy is that they dilute
the original remedy until there won't be a molecule of the stuff in a
swimming pool full of water, but they use machines made of stuff to do
it, like plastic, and rubber, and steel, so that the remedy will have
more of those molecules than it does of the cure. 

It seems likely to me then, that if Homeopathy were to work (fat chance)
it would be due to the therapeutic effect of rubber or somesuch.
-- 
Jim
The Yorkshire Polymoth

To Gill and others questioning my English - my 4 tech. certificates
and a degree in humanities included distinctions for some of my
anthropology essays.
On Jul 19, 5:49 pm, Jim Lawton <usen...@jimlawton.TAKEOUTinfo> wrote:
> On Sat, 19 Jul 2008 14:03:37 퍝, Tony Quinn 
> wrote:
>
> Don?t like the physical laws of this universe? Insist on being judged by
> the laws of a parallel one you thought up specially!
>       Choose Homeopathy now!
>
> Well it's OT, but what interests me about Homeopathy is that they dilute
> the original remedy until there won't be a molecule of the stuff in a
> swimming pool full of water, but they use machines made of stuff to do
> it, like plastic, and rubber, and steel, so that the remedy will have
> more of those molecules than it does of the cure.
>
> It seems likely to me then, that if Homeopathy were to work (fat chance)
> it would be due to the therapeutic effect of rubber or somesuch.
> --
> Jim
> The Yorkshire Polymoth

In message , Jim Lawton 
<usenet1@jimlawton.TAKEOUTinfo> writes

....


>ere won't be a molecule of the stuff in a
>swimming pool full of water, but they use machines made of stuff to do
>it, like plastic, and rubber, and steel, so that the remedy will have
>more of those molecules than it does of the cure.
>
>It seems likely to me then, that if Homeopathy were to work (fat chance)
>it would be due to the therapeutic effect of rubber or somesuch.


The need is for good, reliable placebos.

Golden chains may or may not count, on way or another.

Was Barbara Allen about psycho-somatic illness?



-- 
Peter Thomas

As it happens, Peter, "Barbara Allen" is on my repertoire of E.
trads.; but now, a tad early this week as I'm out tomorrow, THE WEEKLY
WALKABOUT, E.G...

Poem 48 of 230:  THE PROMS

We walked through Kensington Gardens,
    Then made a left for Albert Hall.
Promenaders were in their tens,
    While others had found their stall,
As we took our pre-booked seats.
    The seats were of restricted view -
Three-quarters of the orchestra.
    But the music sure bettered par:
The beautiful sounds of Mozart;
    The daring drama of Ravel.
And we liked it - me and a belle.

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On Jul 20, 1:18 am, Peter Thomas
<peterdoub...@doubledemon.co.uk.invalid> wrote:
> In message , Jim Lawton
> <usen...@jimlawton.TAKEOUTinfo> writes
>
> ....
>
> >ere won't be a molecule of the stuff in a
> >swimming pool full of water, but they use machines made of stuff to do
> >it, like plastic, and rubber, and steel, so that the remedy will have
> >more of those molecules than it does of the cure.
>
> >It seems likely to me then, that if Homeopathy were to work (fat chance)
> >it would be due to the therapeutic effect of rubber or somesuch.
>
> The need is for good, reliable placebos.
>
> Golden chains may or may not count, on way or another.
>
> Was Barbara Allen about psycho-somatic illness?
>
> --
> Peter Thomas